I don't know why it's called Les Planes if the slopes are brutal... One could argue that true Barcelonismo (I'm not talking about football) comes from knowing Les Planes and having eaten there for a day. I'm told it's frequented by many Latinos: families prone to endless carnivorous rituals. Here, and in the parks of Brooklyn.
And then there are the houses. Designer houses next to self-built dwellings next to Leroy Merlin cabins next to 1900s settlers' "turrets" next to dogs without collars and cats and wild boars and estate agents searching without finding.
